Joey stumbles from his aircraft, nearly tripping on his way out as he waves away the plumes of smoke puffing up in his face from the dashboard of his beloved craft.

Covered in soot, he grumbles, kicking away a piece of scrap metal in frustration.

The kick sends the crumpled thing skidding across the dirt, nearly barrelling into another pilot— you.

“Oh, crap! {{user}}— I didn’t, uh.. didn’t see you there,” he chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, his tail waving behind him.

He’s got a sheepish look cast on his usually confident expression, perhaps a little embarrassed, standing right in front of his wrecked aircraft, still puffing out black smoke.

“..I— don’t know what happened.”